What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

Living to an average age of 800 years old is truly impressive.

As for hunting methods...

"We possess bodies forged through countless trials, and weapons bestowed by the gods. No magical beast on this island can stand against us!"

At the bonfire and barbecue that night, the leading man, Theodoros, was the main force in hunting the giant serpent monster. As he spoke, he held up a fist-sized skewer of monster meat in one hand and a wooden bowl full of wine in the other.

Amid Theodoros's loud cheers, the villagers who had gathered together also overcame their initial fear of encountering strangers.

Eat meat to your heart's content! Sing to your heart's content! Dance to your heart's content! Even boldly pull in strangers from outside the village to enjoy this bonfire party with the lights off together.

It's not about celebrating strangers, but rather that after each daily hunt, the entire village, young and old, can enjoy a primitive party that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years without ever getting old.

"Compared to the closed-off and apathetic people of the Great Qin Strange Zone, the people here live much more freely."

Little Da Vinci sipped his mixed fruit juice slowly and deliberately, and couldn't help but sigh.

With meat, vegetables, drinks, and a pleasant atmosphere, one's needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are met. Even one's mind remains as simple as in the primal world, where fear is simply fear and joy is simply joy.

It's like... there's simply no reason to remove it.

Leonardo da Vinci's eyes fell on Zhao Si, who was drinking with the locals. Zhao Si had changed into the same simple clothes as everyone else for the dinner, and was enjoying a bite of meat with a large bowl of wine, looking very happy and carefree.

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the other person with admiration. Was it because the other person could drink bowl after bowl of wine, while she could only drink grape juice?

"And what about this young man? He claims to be a foreigner, yet he reveals the same temperament as an ordinary person from the inside out. He doesn't know his origins, but he is willing to help Chaldea."

“Ms. Da Vinci, such unromantic talk is not appropriate at a dinner party. What we should do is enjoy this hard-won peaceful daily life.”

Bartholomew, the transporter of Hestia, rushed back to the village at sunset. He bent down, raised the goblet shaped from the legacy of the great god, and gently touched the rim of Leonardo da Vinci's wooden bowl.

"Hey, I got a lecture, I'm really sorry, but I still find it hard to believe that the clinking of nanomachines and handmade wooden bowls is actually real."

"Losers, isn't that amazing?"

Bartholomew downed his drink in one gulp and then joined the revelry.

The seasonings were plentiful, the flavor was potent, the meat was firm, and the aroma of oil filled the air, making one's mouth water. Zhao Si ate with gusto, just like the locals.

There were no civilians living on Astraea Island, so there were no seasonings or wine, and no mortals to chat with Zhao Si. There was only a goddess who would wrestle and spar with him every day for military training. Zhao Si, who was stranded on this place, lived a life like an ascetic.

When he had time, Zhao Si would climb into the Freedom Gundam that had sunk on the shore of Astraea Island, dig a pit with his left hand to divert fresh water from the island, and hold the beam saber in his right hand with the lowest output.

A fire is lit nearby to roast meat, and then the artificial freshwater lake is heated by the illusionary particle beams. Although occasionally a certain virgin goddess will point fingers at him, she will only enter the hot soup to enjoy it after he leaves.

But it's different in Hestia. There's wine, meat, people, and campfires. The human touch here is a thousand times greater than on Astraea.

Zhao Si is naturally a restless person, except when polishing a basic model kit.

So, amidst the cheers and entourage of both men and women, Zhao Si chewed on meat and drank wine. After a few rounds of drinks, he had drunk down all the heroes!

"What low-alcohol wine? It's no match for a bottle of Fenjiu! When I'm entertaining clients and toasting the bosses, not one of them can walk upright out of the doorway! Fill it up, keep filling it up!"

It was at this moment that Zhao Si disregarded his physical age of thirteen and a half, his face turning red to the neck like Guan Yu, and his thin, ancient Greek-style clothes further revealed his physique, which he had been training for half a year.

His muscles were well-defined and smooth, as hard and glossy as marble. Although they were not as muscular as those of the adult men in Hestia Village, the man lying drunk at Zhao Si's feet was enough to prove Zhao Si's dominance in another aspect.

"Wow, Mr. Zhao Si seemed quite serious and earnest when we first met, but he's become so casual after drinking?"

Mashu sat beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, the two of them squatting on a tree stump, sipping small mouthfuls of the special juice for minors from a wooden bowl.

"Yes, he's unrestrained, but very popular."

"Hey? Master, please don't learn to drink like Mr. Zhao Si. We're not old enough to drink yet."

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka staring intently at Zhao Si's physique, a strange sense of alertness prompted Mashu to say:

"Besides, Master is very popular with Servants, so there's no need to doubt yourself!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was quite surprised when Mashu suddenly put her hands on his shoulders and said those words to him very seriously.

“I agree with Mashu’s opinion, Master. Please don’t underestimate yourself.”

Charlotte Corday was a step too slow and didn't have a chance to make physical contact with Fujimaru Ritsuka, so she could only stand by and cheer her on with her fists clenched.

"Hahaha... I didn't actually have that thought. I just couldn't help thinking about something: what if, when it comes time to cut down the Imagination Tree, Mr. Zhao Si takes pity on the villagers who drank with him and decides to do it..."

“Then we’ll take him down too, that’s a no-brainer, Ritsuka.”

The English gentleman detective walked over, holding a wine glass, and picked up where Fujimaru Ritsuka left off.

"As we've come this far, we all know that we did nothing wrong in removing the Lostbelts. The fault lies with those [gods] who brought the dead back to life."

"I believe this foreigner also understands this essence: since the end result is already determined, at least during the process of making choices, you shouldn't let yourself have any regrets, right?"

A gust of wind swept by, and Holmes immediately turned around. His wine glass lightly touched the barrel that had suddenly crashed into him, and neither of the containers spilled any liquid.

At the bonfire party, Zhao Si wasn't drunk; it was every villager from Hestia who challenged him that got drunk. Whether it was the hunting team leader Theodoros, the ordinary village guide Erettikos, or even an old man over six hundred years old.

Oh wow, and there's also Chaldea's Director, Goldrov Mujik, who, while passed out drunk, kept muttering things like, "Remember to brush your teeth properly, cavities are a real killer in battle," which was quite nonsensical drunken ramblings.

"...That's right, this is the last half barrel of wine tonight. Oh, and it's also mixed with snake wine taken from the snake's body. To be honest, drinking these two mixed together at room temperature tastes like horse piss, but we're not picky."

Zhao Si clicked his tongue, picked up the briefcase-sized wooden bucket with one hand, and toasted with each of the Chaldea members who were still awake. Finally, he boldly raised the bucket, and the wine poured down like a waterfall.

With each swallow, his throat rose and fell powerfully until the barrel was completely empty. Only then did Zhao Si put down the barrel, casually wiping away the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, letting the wine flow over his bronze body.

Inspired by Zhao Si, Fujimaru Ritsuka also followed suit and drank the grape juice in her bowl in one gulp, showing Zhao Si her clean bowl in a very professional manner.

Although I don't understand it, it sounds really cool.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself.

"Hahahaha! Okay! I'll treat you to something nice next time!"

"Mr. Zhao Si! Please don't lead minors astray! Oh wait, Mr. Zhao Si is a minor too."

Since the guardian deity of the Atlantic Lostbelt was not on this island, Zhao Si, who was eating and drinking as he pleased, shrugged rather smugly.

As for the two female ghosts who shared his feelings, they climbed onto him halfway through, but no one could see them.

"Good food makes for a good night, right, Miss Mashu? Don't be so rigid about age. Enjoying life while you can is better than going through the nightmare of chasing after your husband."

On a sudden whim, Zhao Si conceived of another attempt that could touch the world's underlying code:

To make Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is still a minor, do things that, according to the other party's moral code, only adults should do.

“Mr. Zhao Si, your eyes are quite dangerous!”

Little Leonardo da Vinci stood on a tree stump, hands on his hips, looking straight at this foreigner who could drink a hundred cups without getting drunk.

Just drinking a hundred cups of plain water would amount to more than twenty liters, let alone more than twenty liters of mixed liquor.

Is it really that amazing that the other party said they trained under the goddess Astraea for six months?

"I know, I know, I'm just a little tipsy, but I'm not lying."

"Even nonsense can be the truth!"

Leonardo da Vinci's intuition told him that Zhao Si was up to something with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

No, no, we must protect the best Master in New Chaldea, we must protect him in every way.

"Only this matter, I was not joking."

Zhao Si's tone suddenly became serious.

"It's better than regretting it later. If we can fire a shot in time, many problems will be solved later."

The typical "If I had slept with xx, none of this would have happened" sentiment is also mentioned in the 20th anniversary theatrical version of Faiz.

He was determined to make a shocking statement, and after Zhao Si uttered those words, the entire room fell into a rather eerie atmosphere.

Mashu and Charlotte Corday glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka beside them, but the moment their eyes met, they immediately straightened their heads, their faces flushed as if they were drunk.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka, unaware of her good fortune, did not notice this change. Instead, she stared at Zhao Si, pondering his words.

What exactly is it trying to express? Is it telling myself not to be too bound by rules? But it doesn't seem to have much to do with what happened afterward, does it?

Little Leonardo da Vinci was taken aback by Zhao Si's words. Her intuition told her that this thing was absurd, but logically it made no problem...

Yeah, right! This isn't the kind of style our channel should have!

But how come it unexpectedly fits the mood of Greek mythology?

The more talented a person is, the more they think; young Leonardo da Vinci was already letting his thoughts wander.

As for Bartholomew, as a pirate, he knew all too well what it meant to indulge in sensual pleasures, but his sense of duty as a servant outweighed his desire for enjoyment.

Or rather, after witnessing a group of Servants clearing a path to Olympus, even the most frivolous Servant would have picked up their spear and sword.

Of course, Zhao Si's words suited Bartholomew's taste perfectly, so he wouldn't bother to refute them.

Silence is silence. If the wine is gone, we'll drink grape juice. After a good rest, we'll set off again at dawn. This is just a casual chat under the cover of night.

After a long pause, it was Holmes who broke the profound silence:

"Mrs. Zhao Si, the way you talk always makes me feel like you have some kind of futuristic ability."

"Could it be that you have foreseen a future much further into the future?"

Instead of continuing Zhao Si's line of conversation, change the subject and ask someone else, shifting your curiosity to where it should be.

Zhao Si's response was:

"I'm a foreigner, I have no taboos. Whether it's revealing the future or giving advance notice, it's just a change from reading to participating."

That sounds nice, but what Zhao Si didn't say is that his strength hasn't reached the point where he can't "eat beef" yet. If he can't overturn the table, then he'll wait for an opportunity to act.

However, it was Zhao Si who said those words tonight, taking advantage of his slightly tipsy state.

"Regarding the future of the Lostbelt, Chaldea and I share the same ideals, but just as Holmes just said."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, when you have the opportunity to make a choice, don't let yourself regret it."